I know it's been a while since a WotW, but it's a long weekend and I woke up cranky because I had a kickass dream about taking a train through the snow for weeks and having adventures with polar bears and then I woke up and bam! No train, no bears, no snow. Just bed and the dog and rain and someone somewhere else in the house playing KE$HA really loudly.
Bus DJs - That guy sitting three seats behind you who thinks that it's super cool of him to turn his headphones up real loud and share his shitty nu-metal with all the other passengers. Why do they sell headphones that broadcast whatever wank the kids are listening to these days buswide? Isn't the whole purpose of headphones that you can listen to your music without anyone else having to? Sheesh. Let's just all go back to carrying our radios about on our shoulders and then when you blast your Chamillionaire I'ma blast my [band you guys think is cool] right back.
Song Lyrics as Facebook Statuses - Oh, come on. If you can't think of a creative way to say "I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself today" without referring to Pearl Jam's back catalogue maybe it is too soon for you to be allowed on Facebook. Lyrics as statuses don't say, "I am an interesting person with deep thoughts." They say "I want to sound like an interesting person with deep thoughts but I can't be bothered actually having any deep thoughts. My deepest thought today was about how tinned spaghetti never quite tastes the same as regular spaghetti."
Tinned Spaghetti - Never tastes quite the same as regular spaghetti. Gross.
The People who Name Dog Breeds - I appreciate that when you're a dog breeder (which to me, perhaps somewhat unfairly, implies "chubby lesbian") and you end up with the lovechild of a labrador and a poodle sitting in your kitchen, it can be difficult to know what to call it and you sort of blurt out "Labradoodle!" and then it's too late because all the other breeders are round at your place for a Twister evening and everyone heard and now the dog is called that forever. I get that. But there is no excuse for the Cockerpoo.
Couples that own dogs and refer to themselves as Mummy and Daddy. Putting the 'ick' in 'ridiculous.'
Dude I sit next to at band, who is pathologically incapable of sitting still and being quiet for 5 minutes while someone else is playing. He's a nice guy and we get along, but I swear, if I hear one more goddamn knuckle crack or music shuffle or fiddling with valves or barely disguised burp during the quiet passages I am going to hit him in the face with my trumpet.
Reese Tong - douchebag extraordinaire who has been gatecrashing Wellington funerals for the last couple of months, pretending to mourn and then, when the grieving backs are turned, filling up Tupperware containers with food. This is him in action, so if you happen to be in Wellington and see him you know who to spit at.
Debrahlee Lorenzana, better known as "woman who is claiming Citibank fired her for being too hot."
Citibank says she was fired for "performance-based reasons," but she's suing because obviously that wasn't the real reason, it was Citibank's inability to deal with her over-riding hotness. Lady is a wiener. She had previously been asked to wear less tight-fitting, more work-appropriate clothing but this has nothing to do with her eventual firing, just her slutty workwear. Debrahlee says that none of the other women in her department were asked to change what they wore, because their "general unattractiveness rendered moot their sartorial choices." Ouch. Shut up and take your redundancy like a man, Debrahlee. What kind of a name is Debrahlee anyway?
(p.s. one of the best meetings I've ever been in was when a colleague in a very low-cut top was resting her sizeable chest on the table and got asked to sit up straight because the boss couldn't focus.)
John Mayer, Lord of the Wieners: Twitter edition! I would like to present for your approval a selection of Mr. Mayer's recent tweeturds:
"I'm being schooled in video rendering right now. This is why Twitter can rock from time to time. Like a humid, throbbing Google." A humid, throbbing Google. Yeah, that's exactly how I never wanted to think of Twitter.
"I'm not interested in who you are as a person when you're rockin'. I'm interested in who you are when you're not." I... does this make sense to anyone? Am I missing something?
"I want someone to record my voice and turn it into a font." I love this so much. John Mayer, meet Comic Sans.